She looks up at me with her bottom lip firmly between her teeth. “Yes.”
Her honesty simultaneously thrills me and breaks my heart. I love that she’s so open, but I hate that she’s ever ashamed or afraid.
“Do you want to try it?” I ask her softly. “With me?”
She stares into my eyes, her own gaze vulnerable but certain. “Yes,” she says in nearly a whisper.
I lift her sweater by the hem, and she automatically raises her arms so I can take it off. My fingers go to the top button of her blouse, and as I make my way down the row of buttons, undoing each one as I go, I whisper against her lips, “It will be fun. So much fucking fun. I promise.”
I open her blouse and her breasts spill out. I unhook her bra, and then get to work on the rest of her clothes.
When we’re both naked, I pick her up and her arms go around my neck.
“That’s right,” I say as I step into the shower. “Hold onto me. As tightly as you need to.”
My mouth seeks hers, and as the warm water rains down on us, I kiss Savannah hungrily. I kiss her recklessly, abandoning any sense of control. She matches my groans with loud moans of her own, and her fingers clutch at my hair. Her warm heat presses against my erection, and I’ve never wanted anything more than to be inside her with nothing between us.
But that’s a conversation for another time. I lean out of the shower and grab a condom from my jeans pocket. Savannah helps me roll it on, and I slide my hand between her legs.
“You’re wet for me,” I say as I nibble her earlobe. “Aren’t you?”
“Of course I am.” She kisses my jaw. “I love you.”
My heart is so full of love for this woman, but when she says things like that, I swear I fall even harder for her.
“I didn’t know I could feel this way,” I say, my voice coming out ragged as I press two fingers inside her. “Come for me.”
She clenches around my fingers and lets go with a loud gasp. I kiss her until she’s stopped writhing against me, and she pulls back to meet my gaze.
“That was fast,” she says, her pink lips parted in surprise. “I never come that fast.”
“Maybe it’s the shower.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s the company,” she says with a smile.
I back her against the tiled wall and she wraps her legs automatically around my waist. And then, I push inside her. I’m so hard, but she’s so ready that I’m all the way in quickly.
“You don’t have to hold back,” she says, her eyes lust-filled and hazy. “Move as hard and as fast as you want.”
I start slowly like I always do with her, but she’s so open. She moans loudly, and I lose it. I buck into her wildly, and she calls out my name desperately.
“Cam, please,” she says. “I think I might come again. Oh, God!”
“Savannah.” I drop my head, and my mouth finds her nipple. “You feel so fucking good.”
And then I lose it. I come so hard I see stars, and Savannah joins me with a loud cry, the water pelting my back as I hold onto her tightly.
“You’re the only woman I ever want,” I say into her wet, tangled hair. I’m still inside her, and I never want to come out. “The only woman for me.”
“I love you, Cam.” She kisses my cheek tenderly.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Savannah
The game starts promptly at seven the next night. Craig has me sit on the bench with the assistant coach and Bruce, who’s not running the scoreboard but was invited to travel with us all the same.
“Are you sure that formation’s a good option against this team?” Craig asks Eric and me for the hundredth time.
